But now the hindmost man was he.
He's taken out one hundred pounds,
And told it in his glove:
Says, "Take you that, my lady fair,
And seek another love."
"Oh no, oh no," the lady cried,
"That's what shall never be;
I'll have the truth of your right hand,
The Queen it gave to me."
"I wish I had drunk of your water, sister,